MAJHARUL ISLAM
Taking oath from Mujib
I plunged into the war with weapon in hand
Taking warmth from the Sun
I sprinkled those to the meadows
Vow of the battle-fields is my vow
I’ll lead the glorious chariot of Victory
I’ll adorn with my won hand brightly-lit red charm
On the forehead of my mother
My war goes on with the name of Mujib
And shall go on ever-after
Both my hands will not retire
The speed unending and relentless
The wave of the ocean shall be impatient
The exaltation is heard in the wind
Fiery voice call, Hail,
I take up the tone of that great voice.